Nine Turns Sword God

Wu Jingchuan sneered: "If you are really a fifth-grade alchemist, you can produce a fifth-grade top-grade elixir."

"I will buy this dead soul wood and give it to you!"

Chu Shaoyang laughed: "You said it!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and a fifth-grade top-grade elixir fell into his hand.

The vendor looked at it, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "This is... a fifth-grade top-grade Tianling Pill?"

"You really have it?"

Wu Jingchuan was also shocked, and said in disbelief: "The Tianling Pill can quickly restore strength. A fifth-grade top-grade pill can restore 40%!"

The Tianling Pill is quite common among fifth-grade pills.

The lower-grade fifth-grade pill can restore 10% of strength.

The middle-grade pill is 20%, and the upper-grade pill is 30%.

The top-grade pill is enough to restore 40% of strength, which is four times that of the lower-grade pill!

One pill is worth four pills!

Not to mention 60,000 spirit stones, if it is put on the auction house for auction, it will cost at least 100,000 spirit stones per pill!

And it is a treasure that cannot be bought with money!

He stared at Chu Shaoyang, his face grim: "You are actually a fifth-grade alchemist!"

"Then what you said just now, is it true?"

"Is my illness still curable?"

Chu Shaoyang didn't even look at him, and said to the vendor: "Where is my dead soul wood?"

The vendor hurriedly handed the dead soul wood to Chu Shaoyang, apologizing repeatedly.

"I was shortsighted before, I didn't know you were a fifth-grade alchemist, I'm sorry!"

Chu Shaoyang ignored him, but looked at Wu Jingchuan, smiling lightly: "Master Wu, it's time to pay."

Wu Jingchuan looked painful: "I can pay, but you have to help me cure my illness."

"After the matter is done, there will be another reward!"

Still in the tone of a young master, as if ordering Chu Shaoyang.

Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly: "You said you would cure it?"

"If you want to ask for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help!"

Wu Jingchuan was furious: "Little bastard, I asked you to treat my illness because I think highly of you!"

"I am the young master of a 200-year-old ancient clan. With just one word, not to mention the fifth-grade alchemists, the sixth-grade alchemists will line up and ask me to let them treat their illnesses!"

"You dare to refuse me?"

Chu Shaoyang thought he was an idiot, turned around and left without even looking at him.

Wu Jingchuan was furious!

"Shame on you!"

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Since you don't want to cure it, I will kill you!"

"You must have a recipe for the medicine that can cure my illness!"

In Xingyue Ancient City, the ancient clan with 200 years of heritage is already one of the largest families.

But it is the strongest family outside of the few thousand-year-old ancient clans!

If he wants to kill Chu Shaoyang, it's just a matter of moving his fingers.

The vendor looked at him with a tangled face, wanting money, but not daring to.

Wu Jingchuan snorted coldly: "What are you looking at?"

"He bought things but didn't pay, what does it have to do with this young master?"

He left after he finished speaking.

The vendor was in tears.

One was a fifth-grade alchemist, and the other was a young master of a 200-year-old clan. He couldn't afford to offend either!

This is good, both the people and the money are gone!

On the way, Liu Yiyi woke up.

The backlash of the poison had subsided, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

There was no way, Chu Shaoyang cured Liu Yiyi and went to a restaurant first.

Wu Jingchuan's ghost was still following him, sitting at the next table.

However, he did not trouble Chu Shaoyang, but called the waiter and gave him a few instructions.

Chu Shaoyang didn't bother to pay attention to him. Seeing that Liu Yiyi was eating in a hurry, he whispered, "Eat slowly, it's enough."

Liu Yiyi still had some residue at the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Chu Shaoyang blankly: "Big brother, you are so nice!"

Chu Shaoyang kept hiding it from her: "I help you because I want to go to the Flower God Palace."

Liu Yiyi looked at him with her group: "Why are you going to the Flower God Palace?"

"There are nothing but flowers there, and a group of boring guys, and a bunch of messed up rules."

Chu Shaoyang was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "My wife is injured, and only the Flower God Palace can cure it."

Liu Yiyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reached out and patted Chu Shaoyang's head gently.

"Brother, don't worry, I will take you to the Flower God Palace when I recover."

She comforted Chu Shaoyang like a little adult.

Chu Shaoyang shook his head and smiled, and picked up some food for her to eat.

After eating and drinking, Liu Yiyi patted her round belly and lay on the chair.

Chu Shaoyang couldn't help laughing.

From the conversation just now, he learned that Liu Yiyi was still young and knew very little about the Flower God Palace.

If he wanted to find a way to get in, he had to find out by himself.

He had just come to Xingyue Ancient City, so he had to have a place to stay and get familiar with the situation here before he could find out about the Flower God Palace.

There was also news about his parents and Ye Qingxie.

"Waiter!"

He called the waiter.

The waiter came to his side with a flattering smile: "What do you want, sir?"

Chu Shaoyang said lightly: "Prepare a room upstairs."

The waiter's smile froze, and he said: "Sorry, all the guest rooms in our hotel are booked by that young master."

"Young master, you should look for another place."

Looking at the direction of the waiter's finger, it was Wu Jingchuan at the next table.

Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly: "You only know how to play this trick?"

Wu Jingchuan said arrogantly: "My Wu family has plenty of money, I can hire any family I want, it's none of your business?"

Chu Shaoyang's eyes were slightly cold, but he did not bid with him.

Wu Jingchuan was used to being a young master, and he spent money lavishly.

It's not all family money anyway, so he can squander it at will without suffering.

Chu Shaoyang's money was all saved up by him. There was no need to get angry with such a playboy and waste money.

"Yiyi, let's go."

He left with Liu Yiyi.

Wu Jingchuan thought he was scared and became more and more proud.

He followed Chu Shaoyang slowly, very curious about what this kid wanted to do.

Soon, he saw Chu Shaoyang walk into a shop.

Wu Jingchuan looked up and showed surprise: "Liuyue Pavilion? Isn't this a place for selling mansions?"

"Could it be that he wants to buy a mansion to live in?"

A mansion in Xingyue Ancient City is worth at least millions.

Even if the Wu family is rich, they have to think about buying a mansion.

This kid, dare to come here?

He smiled coldly, followed him in, and sat casually aside.

At this time, a maid was greeting Chu Shaoyang.

"Sir, are you here to buy a mansion?"

Chu Shaoyang nodded: "I don't live here often, so a slightly smaller one would be fine."

He meant a smaller one, which would only cost one million spirit stones.

His goal was the capital, so he wouldn't stay here for long, but he had to have a place to stay.

What's more, he was with Liu Yiyi now, so a small mansion wouldn't be convenient.

The maid looked Chu Shaoyang up and down, and seeing that he had no spirit weapon and was wearing a simple long gown, she naturally thought he was a poor man, and her attitude became much more indifferent.

"Wait a minute."

She took out a picture album from behind the counter and threw it away.

"These are all smaller mansions."

Chu Shaoyang didn't care and picked up the picture album.

What caught his eye were the three big words on the picture album: Selling mansions at a low price.

Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly and flipped it open to take a look.

The mansions above were very small and the environment was very poor.

There were still dozens of mansions gathered together, forming a large area, which looked very much like the old tile houses where the poor lived.

Chu Shaoyang dropped the album and chuckled: "Are you selling a mansion or a toilet?"

"Can such a small place be lived in?"

The maid sneered: "Didn't you say that you wanted a smaller mansion?"

"This is already the smallest in our Liuyue Pavilion."

"If it's smaller, you can only look for another place. There are mansion shops in the south of the city that sell straw huts."

The implication is to mock Chu Shaoyang for being poor and daring to come to Liuyue Pavilion to buy a mansion.

Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!

"You're asking for trouble!"

Aside, Wu Jingchuan laughed: "The mansions in Xingyue Ancient City that are barely habitable cost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones."

"Why buy a mansion if you don't have money? Go live in your pigsty!"